Persicon

Persicon

I bled for youMy tears trickled down like rain landing softly on the heartless frigid white quarryI made a promise to her we would never do thatA promise is always so empty….A whisper, a gentle push, and I’m gone…The door shuts…a window opens…the breeze…The Venusian Grand Design opens,unfolds her wings,unlocks her gaze,her golden blaze resounds…Another angel lost to those too capricious to hear her prayers…Her song lost forever among the hum of drudge automatons doomed to mutany and rage upon their masters.